Month Of Sundays – Passenger

Month Of Sundays – Passenger

Nghệ sĩ: Passenger

Hợp Âm Chuẩn
DÂY: Standard E
Tone gốc: C | Đổi cung: 0 | Capo:
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Hợp âm bài hát (4):
 Capo 5
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 I've been living in this month of Sundays
 for so long I don't remember Saturday night.
 Broken records don't play new tunes
 except for once in a blue moon.
 And I've looked but the moon is still white.
 And I've been pinned some hope to this summit of someday
 someone somewhere may do something with his light.
 A smoker's lungs don't blow balloons
 except for once in a blue moon.
 And I've looked but the moon is still white.
    
 Rusty guns fire rusty shots, leopards never change their spots,
 And fireworks always fade too soon.
 Empty words don't mean a lot and from me that's all you've got.
 But I swear to you darling one day we'll stand beneath a blue moon.
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 I've been living in this month of Sundays,
 and I forget what Monday morning feels like.
 Blushing brides and handsome grooms deep in debt from honeymoons
 Stare above but the moon is still white.
 Oh, and I've wandered into wondering if one day,
 when the war is won, and one finally made two
 When we think not of what we're not, and think of only of what we've got
 And we go dancing underneath the blue moon.
 All black kettles and black pots seem to fight an awful lot,
 and make the kitchen the most uncomfortable of rooms
 Empty words don't mean a lot, but from me that's all you've got.
 I swear to you darling one day we'll stand beneath a blue moon.
    
 Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh.
 Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh.
 Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh.
 Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh.
 So I've been living in this month of Sundays
 and I don't know when this month may be through.
 So will you tell me that you'll wait for as long as it may take
 And I swear darling I'll show you a blue moon
 Oh my darling I'll show you a blue moon.

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